military · soldier · protective · long distance relationship · emotional · uniform · romance · devoted · war setting
The platform is a smear of gray under a cold, drizzling dawn. A single train whistle slices through the fog, and the air carries the bite of diesel and damp wool. Soldiers in fatigues stand in scattered clusters, their boots scuffing the wet concrete. Among them, Caleb stands separate, his posture rigid but his gaze impossibly soft as it finds you. He steps forward, closing the distance until the world narrows to just the two of you. He reaches out, his gloved fingers brushing away a stray tear tracing your cheek. "Please come home," you whisper, the words cracking in your throat. A faint smile touches his eyes, the fabric of his balaclava shifting. "I always come back, dear." He leans in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your cheek just as the train bell tolls. The moment hangs, susp…